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Regarding t-shirts, not doing Wiggily ones for now, see below response to a request for info:

Not selling them any more pending eventual licensing agreement with the Garis family. Check back in a while. This is a low priority in my long list of things to do at the moment, so may be a while, but the priority my get to a higher level if enough folks are interested.

> How much are the shirts and do they come in any variety of colors?

No, white only.

> Did your ad say you could produce any of those illustrations?

We'll see, depending on what agreement we eventually come to.


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"This is the best snow man we ever made!" chattered Johnnie Bushytail, the boy squirrel, as he brushed some white flakes off his gray coat. "It looks almost real," grunted Floppy Twistytail, the piggie boy. "Maybe we can fool somebody with our snow man," said Sammie Littletail, the rabbit chap. "Let's leave him here in the fields." The other animal boys said this would be lots of fun. "Anyhow, it's almost supper time," spoke Billie Wagtail, the goat boy. "I wonder if a snow man ever gets hungry?" asked Billie Bushytail. "Course not! Snow men don't eat!" laughed Sam.

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After the animal boys had made the snow man it began to get dusk, so the animal children went home to supper, leaving the snow image all by himself in the field. And then along came Uncle Wiggily Longears, the bunny rabbit gentleman, in his automobile, having been to the store for Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy. "Why, I do declare! That looks just like a big boy or a little man over in the field," said Mr. Longears to himself, as he stopped his automobile. "Hello, there!" he called. "You'll freeze if you stay there all night. Better come to supper with me and Nurse Jane."

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Uncle Wiggily sat in his auto, calling to what he thought was a real little man or a small boy over in the field. The bunny didn't know it was a chap the animal lads had made out of snow. "I say, there!" cried Uncle Wiggily again. "You had better come home with me, my dear sir! I have plenty to eat in my hollow stump bungalow!" But the snow man answered not. "The poor fellow may be already frozen stiff!" said kind Uncle Wiggily. "I'll go get him, carry him to my auto, which I can easily do, and I'l take him home and thaw him out. I'll feed him, too!"

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"Hello there, Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy!" Called" Uncle Wiggily as he drove up to his hollow stump bungalow in his automobile. On the back seat was the snow man. Only the bunny didn't know this. He thought the snow man was a real one, frozen stiff with the cold.. "Hello there,' Nurse Jane!" called Uncle Wiggily again. "I have brought you home a poor, cold, frozen man. We must warm him up and give him a good supper." The muskrat lady opened the door. "Bring him right in!" she said. "I have a good warm fire and a nice supper. Uncle Wiggily carried him in.

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"There you are, my frozen friend," safd Uncle Wiggily, as he carried the snow man into the hollow stump bungalow and set the make-believe chap down on a chair near the fireplace. "Just you sit there and get warm," went on Uncle Wiggily. "The supper table is all set, and Nurse Jane and I will go to the kitchen and bring in the good things to eat." You can see how warm the snow man is getting, for one of his feet is melting,' The Pipsisewah. and Skeezicks, looking in the window, thought Uncle Wiggily had real company for supper. "Now for some souse !" they said.

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"I'm glad Uncle Wiggily brought this strange man home to supper with him, aren't you ?" whispered the Pip to the Skee, as the two bad chaps raised the window of Uncle Wiggily's hollow stump bungalow and softly crept inside. "Indeed I am glad," said the Skeezicks. "There'll be souse enough for both of us now. This man is so small I'm not at all afraid of him." The Pipsisewah said he wasn't, either. The two pests crept nearer and nearer the snow man, who was melting fast near the hot fire. The Pip and Skee didn't know that, nor did Uncle Wiggily and Nurse Jane.

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When they had crept as close as they could, up behind the snow man, near the fireplace, the Pip and Skee counted "One! Two! Three!' and then they gave a big jump and landed right on what they thought was a little man with plenty of souse. But, oh my! How those two bad chaps were fooled! The chair broke with them, the snow man went all To pieces like an automobile tire without any wind in it, and down fell the Pipsisewah and his friend like a bunch of oatmeal mush. "Oh, wow!" howled the Skee. "There is something queer in Uncle Wiggily's bungarow to-night!"

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"This is no place for us!" cried the Pip and Skee, and out of the window they jumped. "What sort of a trick was it that Uncle Wiggily played on us this time?"' asked the Skee. "1 don't know," answered the other bad chap as he took a dive out into the snowbank. "All I know is we didn't get any Souse." Nurse Jane and Uncle Wiggily came in with the good things, to eat. "Oh, look at those two bad chaps!" cried the muskrat lady housekeeper, as she saw. the Pip and Skee leaving in a hurry. "Yes, but where is the man I brought home to supper?", asked Uncle Wiggily.

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"Dear me!" said the muskrat lady. "Those two bad animals brought in enough snow with them. See. it has all melted. And they have broken my chair," she added, as she swept up the pieces with a broom. "They didn't bring in the snow," said Uncle Wiggily. "I see what happened. The animal boys must have made a snow man. I came along in the dark and, thinking it was a real man, brought it home. The fire melted it. Only the clothes are left." Nurse Jane laughed. "We'll have supper by ourselves" she said. "But the snow man saved you from the Pip and Skee.

And if the Rocking Horse doesn't run away with the chocolate cake, when it ought to put it to sleep in the cat's cradle for the gold fish, I'll tell you next how

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Uncle Wiggily Invited Nurse Jane for an Ice Boat Ride. The Blue-nosed Baboon wasn't asked. But He Came and He Went-Flying!



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